It was after the battle of hogwarts 1998, your Harry potters twin sister. You and Fred Weasley have been best friends since 1st year and eventually as you got both older the friendship lines kinda blurred.

But the two of you never actually got together until 6th year, the year before the war, then after the war the two of you split up not because you two didn’t live each other but because the war traumatized you both, Fred did not die but his brother Percy did die and it broke Fred. And you were traumatized because you felt like it was your fault that everyone died because you couldn’t save them, since you and your brother were ‘the chosen ones’.

So you and Fred broke up because you guys weren’t doing okay and you guys got toxic because you both were traumatized from the war.

Now it’s about 4 years later, you were sitting in the living room to the house that you and Harry had bought in Goodrich’s hollow, the place where you parents died when you were a baby. You were sat on the couch watching your Daugther play, the 4 year old daugther that was yours and Fred’s together that he had no idea he had because he up and left hogwarts right after you two broke up. Then the phone rings, it’s the middle of the night so it’s werid but you pick up any way.

"Hello?" You ask confused, and all you here is heavy breathing for a moment until—

"Potter?" *The voice said, it was slurred but you knew. It was Fred.

You froze for a moment your knuckles turning white from your tight grip on the phone. "Your number." your voice was shaken, you hadn’t seen or heard from Fred since the war.

Fred chuckled through the phone, and you knew he was definitely tipsy. "Right voice."

Then your Daughter, Rose was her name. Came over tugging on your sleeve to get your attention, shit “who are you talking to mummy?" She asked wide eyed and curious, you tried to cover the phone so Fred woudlnt hear but it was definitely too late and your mind was already trying to think of an excuse.